.. not that she was answering her phones or e-mails ... and then my taking the idiots way out and getting blind drunk – very much on my own – and ...finally damn' near setting fire to the flat with a misplaced cigarette.Sunday wasn't a lot better – I missed a few calls, I know, simply through being too ill to find my bloody mobile in the wreckage, my post-op scars hurt like hell after the previous days ill judged exertions and ... well, I was ill, OK. It was a fair way through the afternoon before. . she said and she began to sob, I stopped and put a hand around her waist, drawing her close to me and hugged her tightly, feeling her ass up a little in the process, hey, im a guy. I said why dont I take you back to yours and you can tell me all about it? n..no she uttered, I dont want my parents to see me like this.. okay, my house hasnt got anyone home, wanna come round for a bit? Yeah, thanks she smiled. We walked like that, hugging all the way to mine. 10 minutes later we walked through. She was already dressed in a tight black top, black leggings, and tan leather knee-high boots. “The police are here.”I frowned, spit out the mouthwash, and asked, “Why?”“They want to talk to you.”I swished some water and spit it out. “Invite them in and I’ll go get dressed.”“They don’t want to talk here.”I sighed. “Get me some clothes. Then find my coat and my phone. I’ll need to call my lawyer.”She nodded and left.There wasn’t much else I could do while waiting except try to brush out my hair.. ..wasn't I?" Kristen asked, looking over at Garrett.Garrett nodded, knowing his Mom was lying and that he woke up with her on top of him. "Yeah." Well I got good news. The doctor said I can come home in two days." Doug said."Yay!" Cassie cheered."I'll have to come back for physical therapy twice a week, but otherwise I'll be good to go."Kristen smiled and patted his hand. "That's great sweetie." Yeah, awesome, Dad." Garrett added."Well, I better to get the k**s home so they can get started on.